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On the willow trees in the midst of we hung our harps.3
For there they who led us captive required of us a song with words, and our tormentors and they who wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.4
How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?5
If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget its skill .6
Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth if I remember you not, if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy! 7
Remember, O Lord, against the Edomites, that they said in the day of Jerusalem's fall, Down, down to the ground with her!8
O Daughter of Babylon , who shall be destroyed, happy and blessed shall he be who requites you as you have served us. 9
Happy and blessed shall he be who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock!